Back Road

This has a very personal meaning to me; however, if I achieved what I hope I did, you'll get something out of it too.

Morning dew blankets crisp autumn leaves, a river of oranges, reds, and browns twisting along the scarlet dawn lit pavement pathway. Trees line the perimeter of the deserted back road; the sublime sun bursts between twigs, warming the roots, casting a shadow of the naked branches above. A strong gust of wind carries the subtle aroma of fresh pine; leaves dance with the gust, flickering in and out of the shade and rolling upward in a suspiciously organized flight pattern. Bliss overwhelms, and I'm content.

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